No moonglow last night, though she was there behind the charcoal clouds. They swooped in, covering first the sun, and then the stars. Later, it rained—again—and the scent of petrichor drifted through our open windows. Summer’s last hurrah. The moon knows, and soon she will hum the song of autumn and harvests, of bread, honey, and wine.
golden moon glow
over fields of grapes and grain—
russet leaves fall
For dVerse, where Frank has asked us to write a haibun alluding to the moon. On Thursday night, we will hopefully see the Harvest Moon.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
“golden moon glow
over fields of grapes and grain—
russet leaves fall”
Rich snd colorful Merril!
Thank you so much, Rob!
So very evocative
Love this!
Thank you so much!
Love how the haiku folds in all the imagery in the prose, except the petrichor which like the clouds cover it all with rich promise. Just to say, this gave me a warm glow 🙂
Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comment!
Wonderful, Merril. You capture that transitional phase in your prose, and your haiku brings out the fall color.
Thank you very much, Ken.
This line is amazing:
“The moon knows, and soon she will hum the song of autumn and harvests, of bread, honey, and wine.”
It’s so beautifully penned. I enjoyed reading this piece very much.
Thank you so much, Lucy. I appreciate your kind words.
The descriptive word ‘luscious’ comes to mind …… a lovely haibun.
Wow–thank you so much!
Beautiful, Merril! Your walk this morning must have inspired you. Your photo of the dock was gorgeous…the sky…amazing!
Thanks so much, Jill!
Yes the moon knows much more than her sister the sun…
Maybe they know different things.
You evoke those tantalizing glimpses of the moon peaking out from behind clouds–or shining brightly behind them. Wonderful!
Thank you very much, Frank!
I love your haibun. I was very happy to smell the petrichor. That’s the smell of a rainy day spent on my camp cot at the Paul Stream camp reading. The windows were always left open.
Thank you so much. There’s something cozy about listening to the rain outside while you’re snuggled inside with a good book.
You’re welcome, Merril.
This is beautifully written ❤️
Aww–thank you so much, Jude!
My pleasure 🌼
A wonderful celebration. I hope we will see her tonight or tomorrow night too…(K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
When I was a kid I used to tell everyone that I ‘liked the smell of the rain.’ Until now, I didn’t know that smell had a name, ‘petrichor.’ Thank you for sharing your beautiful writing, Merril!
Aww–thank you so much, Ingrid! It is a wonderful scent.
Not a lot of words, and they make perfect sense.
Obviously I have just learned what a haibun is.
Also, I’m suddenly caving some raisin toast.
You are a very effective writer!
Thank you! 😀.
Raisin toast sounds delicious. Then again, I love toast.
I so love the image of the russet leaves ❤️ this is exquisitely drawn, Merril 🙂
Thank you so much, Sanaa!